Freedom and Truth
Margaret Fuller (1810-1850) The shrine is vowed to freedom, but, my friend, Freedom is but a means to gain an end. Freedom should build the temple, but the shrine Be consecrate to thought still more divine. The human bliss which angel hopes foresaw Is liberty to comprehend the law. Give, then, thy book a larger scope and frame, Comprising means and end in Truth’s great name.I’d Have You Think of Me
Djuna Barnes (1892-1982) As one who, leaning on the wall, once drew Thick blossoms down, and hearkened to the hum Of heavy bees slow rounding the wet plum, And heard across the fields the patient coo Of restless birds bewildered with the dew. As one whose thoughts were mad in painful May, With melancholy eyes turned toward her love, And toward the troubled earth whereunder throve The chilly rye and coming hawthorn spray— With one lean, pacing hound, for company. @copyright 2025 InterPure
Freedom and Truth
Margaret Fuller (1810-1850) The shrine is vowed to freedom, but, my friend, Freedom is but a means to gain an end. Freedom should build the temple, but the shrine Be consecrate to thought still more divine. The human bliss which angel hopes foresaw Is liberty to comprehend the law. Give, then, thy book a larger scope and frame, Comprising means and end in Truth’s great name.I’d Have You Think of Me
Djuna Barnes (1892-1982) As one who, leaning on the wall, once drew Thick blossoms down, and hearkened to the hum Of heavy bees slow rounding the wet plum, And heard across the fields the patient coo Of restless birds bewildered with the dew. As one whose thoughts were mad in painful May, With melancholy eyes turned toward her love, And toward the troubled earth whereunder throve The chilly rye and coming hawthorn spray— With one lean, pacing hound, for company. @copyright 2025 InterPure
